#patrick's journals

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I can’t wait to write Patrick’s next journal. We got a brief glimpse from Bobby at the end of book 1 what it’s like to lose your family, but I’m gonna have so many feels doing the same with Patrick. FDFSNFSGMGMSKFDNJKSNGIGNJK.

Oh god, maybe writing this won’t be the best idea.....

[pendragon50]

Excerpt

Patrick’s Journal #1

“This is all a dream,” I concluded, laughing to myself. “That I can make sense of. People dream up ridiculous things all the time. But to think what you’re telling me is reality is just…not possible.”

“If you say so,” said Press, the smile still evident on his face.

I turned to him, studied his expression for a moment and then shook my head in disbelief. I rose to my feet and stared out again at the towering trees, grassy plains and wished more than anything that I would find myself awaking in my own comfortable bed.

“This can’t be real!” I told him firmly. “All this about Halla and Travelers and Saint Dane.”

“I understand, Patrick,” said Press with empathy. “You’re overwhelmed. But trust me when I tell you, it’ll all come clear. Trust me on that.”

“But why me?” I asked, the question still stuck in my brain. “Why am I a Traveler?”

“That would take a long time to explain,” was the reply. “You’ll learn more as you go along and with time, all the questions will be answered and things will become clear.

I shook my head, rubbed my eyes tiredly and took a seat beside him.

“But I’m just a teacher,” I told him again. “I’m not cut out for that sort of stuff.”

“Push, Patrick,” said Press, as if reading my thoughts. “Everyone needs a push every now and then. And you might not realize it, but you’ve been preparing for life as a Traveler from the very beginning. A few weeks ago, when you and your class ventured out into the woods to retrieve that stolen book, that was all to help prepare you.”

“Prepare me?” 

“You were extremely resourceful out there,” he told me. “You and your class were able to fend off a pack of wolves and ultimately found the missing book. And though you never knew, it was one of your own classmates who helped bring you up to become a Traveler.”

“But they’re just kids!” I shot back in confusion.

“Em Stickler,” Press told me. “She was the Traveler before you. Now you are the Final Traveler from your territory. It was her job to prepare you for this job, and now it’s time.”

“Em never told me that,” I said, my head floundering. “She was a Traveler?”

“Yup,” said Press. “But her time is now up. It’s your time now, Patrick. But I should warn you, things aren’t going to be easy. You’ll have to encounter things you never thought possible but no matter how low things get, I need you to remember something.”